I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

"Well, I will work hard." Qin Jiunian nodded.

Afterwards, the two chatted a few more words, and Qin Jiunian's attention was attracted by the sacred hibiscus tree.

Even though he had heard about it from Mr. Chen and many ministers here before, after seeing it with his own eyes, he was still stunned for a while.

Unexpectedly, this kind of treasure, which is comparable to the medicine of immortality, grows in the imperial tomb.

"By the way, there are two more things for you."

Qin Feng suddenly remembered that from the system space, he gave Qin Jiunian the rubbing version of the remnants of the assassination thorn that he had prepared, as well as the Xuanming thorn obtained by signing in.

"This is?"

Qin Jiunian asked suspiciously.

"In the Remnant of Assassination, there are various assassination secrets recorded. I need you to cultivate a killer organization in the Great Xia Dynasty. The number does not need to be too many, but the stronger the strength of each person, the better. At the same time, the more secretive the better. good."

After Qin Feng paused, he continued: "This Xuanming thorn is a Nirvana weapon, and it will be used as a weapon for the leader of the killer organization."

"Assassin organization?"

Qin Jiunian nodded immediately, and said, "Among Jinyiwei, there are many people who are suitable, and I will choose from them."

After a pause, he continued: "What's the name of this organization?"

"name…"

After Qin Feng pondered slightly, he said, "Let's call it Ci Ming!"

These killers practiced the remnants of the Netherworld Assassination, and the legendary Netherworld Assassination organization, for some unknown reason, has completely disappeared.

He thinks that the name Ciming is just right.

"Stab... Ming..."

Qin Jiunian murmured, nodded after a while, and said, "Okay, then it's called Ciming."

Although he didn't know the profound meaning of this name, since Qin Feng thought it was very good, it was very good.

After the two chatted for a few more words, Qin Jiunian planned to get someone to bring him good wine and food, and wanted to have a drink with Qin Feng so that he could get drunk.

He knew that Qin Feng would not stay here for too long, and he was worried about whether he would be able to meet again after this separation, so he had to seize the opportunity.

However, Qin Jiunian was stopped by Qin Feng. He signed in and got countless good wines, so he didn't have to consume those that Qin Jiunian had treasured for many years.

As for the food, he used to make it for Zi Ning in the imperial mausoleum, so this time is just a good time to revisit it.

"Well, I haven't eaten the food cooked by Brother Huang for so long, and I miss it very much." Qin Jiunian smiled.

In the imperial tomb that followed, there was a scene that would shock all the monks when they saw it.

Qin Feng took out a large pile of rare spirit wood as fuel, and burned it with a strange fire, and the meat of various ferocious beasts was fried in the pot, and the water added occasionally was the spiritual spring of life.

As for the fragrant spirit wine in the bottle, every drop is worth a fortune.

Such a luxurious meal, I am afraid that many saint-level figures in the ancient holy land family will not have this kind of card to entertain distinguished guests.

After the meal was ready, Qin Feng and Qin Jiunian chatted while eating.

Qin Feng didn't use spiritual energy to dissolve the alcohol, and after drinking for three rounds, both of them were a little tipsy.

The two talked a lot, and Qin Jiunian also asked Qin Feng a lot of strategies for governing the country that he didn't know how to solve. Just like in the past, Qin Feng was always able to point out the road he hadn't imagined.

Let him suddenly see the light.

In the past, Qin Jiunian still suspected that Qin Feng's so many strange ideas must have come from another world!

But now, he didn't care about these things at all. With the passage of time, Qin Feng was already one of his few relatives.

All he knew was that Qin Feng was his best brother.

In the middle of the night, Qin Jiunian was completely drunk.

And Qin Feng got up, ready to leave.

He has already done almost all the things that should be done in the Great Xia Dynasty, and it doesn't make much sense to stay here.

In today's golden age, chaos is the norm, and he must constantly improve his cultivation.

"System, sign in for me in the Imperial Tomb." Before leaving, Qin Feng called out the system and said slowly.

"Ding! Congratulations, master, you have successfully signed in and obtained a wisp of dragon energy." The system's prompt sounded in Qin Feng's ears.

Qin Feng was not very surprised by this reward.

From a long time ago, the rewards for signing in the imperial tomb were mainly dragon spirit.

Afterwards, Qin Feng's figure rose into the air, and flew towards the west direction.

After leaving the Great Xia Imperial City, Qin Feng seemed to take back the Mu Yuan Furnace, and then took out an ancient boat, and sailed away in the direction of the Nine Profound Realm.

After the last parting, the little white fox has been looking for the sacrifice spirit of the fox clan. He wants to go and see if the little white fox has found the sacrifice spirit of the fox clan.

......

Heimu domain, this is a very small domain, located between Canglan domain and Jiuxuan domain.

The overall area is less than one-fifth of the Canglan Domain.

The reason why this place got its name is because a special kind of ancient wood grows here, the whole body is pitch black, as if struck by lightning, very strange.

The entire Blackwood Domain was very quiet.

Because of the very thin aura here, not only do no monks come here on weekdays, even monsters are very rare.

But at this time, in the rolling mountains of the Blackwood Region, there is a group of figures, who are arranging a large formation around a towering mountain peak.

These figures were all dressed in the costumes of the Corpse Refining Sect, and their bodies were full of death. One could tell at a glance that they were monks from the Corpse Refining Sect.

"Buzz...buzz..."

With the continuous arrangement of these people, the power of the formation here is surging, which is very amazing.

On the ground, there are mysterious and complicated patterns everywhere, exuding a faint light.

The leader was the second deacon of the Corpse Refining Sect. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect he had brought along, busily arranging formations.

"Shh!"

And at this moment, a figure in a black robe flew over from afar.

After landing, he hurried to the second deacon of Corpse Refining Sect.

"Master, something has happened!" The black-clothed disciple said in a panic.

"what's up?"

Hearing this, the second deacon of Corpse Refining Sect asked calmly.

"The news just came that the Eighth Elder died." The black-clothed disciple lowered his voice and said in a deep voice.

Because Corpse Refining Sect is very scattered, each elder has his own lair.

The advantage of this is that even if one person's lair is wiped out, it will not affect other members of the Corpse Refining Sect.

But the bad news is that the news will also be slow to travel.

The head of the Corpse Refining Sect knew about the death of the eighth elder of the Corpse Refining Sect, but it took a long time to pass it on to every elder and deacon.

"what!"

Hearing the words, the second deacon of Corpse Refining Sect changed his face suddenly, and said, "How could this be, isn't the Eighth Elder going to enter the boundless sea? Could it be that he encountered a powerful sea beast just after entering?!"